Five refugees ('tis true) were found

Stiff on the block-house floor, But then 'tis thought the shot went round,

And in at the back door.

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Poor Parson Caldwell,* all in wonder,

Saw the returning train, And mourn'd to Wayne the lack of plunder,

For them to steal again.

For 'twas his right to seize the spoil, and To share with each commander.

As he had done at Staten Island With frost-bit Alexander.T

In his dismay, the frantic priest

Began to grow prophetic, You had swore, to see his lab'ring breast.

He'd taken an emetic.

" I view a future day," said he, " Brighter than this day dark is.

And you shall see what you shall see. Ha! ha! one pretty marquis ;t

" And he shall come to Paulus' Hook, 4 And great achievements think on,

And lyike a bow and take a look, Like Satan over Lincoln.

" And all the land around shall glory

To see the Frenchman caper. And pretty Susan tell the story

In the next Chatham paper."

This solenui prophecy, of course.

Gave all much consolation, Except to Wayne, who lost his horse,

Upon the great occasion :

Hii horse that carried all his prog.

His military speeches, His corn-stalk whisky for his grog --

Blue stockings and brown breeches.

And now I ve closed my epic strain,

I tremble as I show it. Lest this same warrio-drover, Wayne,

Should ever catch the poet.

It has been remarked as a curious coincidence, that on the day when the last canto of the above poem was published in Rivington's Gazette, Major Andre was arrested; and that General Wayne, so ridiculed in it, and who is so peculiarly alluded to in the last stanza, was the commander of the military force from which was detailed the guard that accompanied